Take it in, please ((PRIVATE to rempy))

Phoebe's Bipolar Disorder had died down a bit once she started taking those pills (after she coated them in 8 layers of chocolate.) She was pretty fun to hang out with now that she doesn't burst out crying and such. The meadow was silent this time of night. Only somebody wild enough to be out after curfew hours when the Harpies were out would just be sitting there in the dark.

Phoebe laid back on a tree stump covered with a fleece blanket, staring at the large moon. The gentle sound of rushing water made a very nice background noise, in addition to her screamo rock music playing on her iPod. She couldn't hear anything, but she did feel the presence of another human being approaching her. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice a bit shaky.

Phoebe reached inside her pocket and slowly pulled out her pocket knife. She gripped it tightly and held it up to the air. If somebody was going to sneak up on her, she wasn't going to give up without a fight.

Seeing the small flicker of the flame in the darkness, Phoebe slowly puts down her knife. She realized that he was unarmed. Phoebe was wearing some black sweatpants and a black Chicago hoodie. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun and she looked like she had spent hours in the dressing room though she only spent about 10 minutes getting dressed.

"You think you can defeat me with a lighter?" she rolled her eyes. Licking her fingers, she gently pinched the flames out and closed the lighter. She had no flashlight, but he did get a glimpse of her face before the flame went out.

Phoebe grinned a bit and sat down on the tree stump. She politely introduced herself and asked his name. "So, you better get a- OH MY GODS THERE'S A HARPIE RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" Phoebe screamed, scrambling to get on the ground as soon as he turned around. She sprawled her legs on the floor and looked like as if she fell out of an airplane.

Phoebe couldn't believe his reaction. Grabbing her first instead of just taking himself? Wow, that's sweet. She peeked out of one eyelid and found him breathing hard. "I swore I saw something moving," she breathed, sitting up a bit and acting faint. Phoebe wasn't the kind of girl to do that, Bipolar or not. It was like pulling a fire alarm with your boyfriend. Phoebe was a daughter of Eros, though. This could be another trick her father was playing on her. Perhaps some of her charm rubbed off on him?

Phoebe noticed that he was clutching his stomach. "Nice to meet you, Matthew. It's fine, I didn't even notice. I was passed out anyways," she lied. Phoebe blinked a bit and searched Matthew's pockets for his lighter, taking it out and lighting it so they could see each others faces. She smiled, even though she didn't look all that appealing at the moment. Her eyes were tired and she looked like she had run a few miles.

(Odd... Indeed xD)

Phoebe gave him a strange look that evolved into a smile. "Perhaps because I'm not tired, isn't that a reasonable excuse?" she giggled, faking a cute little British accent. She really liked that boy. He was...Nice. Smiling a bit, she laid on her back and looked at the stars though the trees. She could see the constilations moving as they interacted with each other. Capricorn was battling with Orion.

Phoebe rolled her eyes. "I'm a daughter of Eros, I always look good," she laughed, petting her thin hair. She was tired a bit, though. Maybe she could just get a... little... shut-eye. Slowly, Phoebe drifted off to sleep in a small ball, yawning every now and then. She dreamed about sitting on a cloud and falling off into the water. She met Poseidon and a few Cyclops. It wasn't pleasant, nor horrible.

Phoebe bolted upright, resisting the urge to yell something into Matthew's face. Her face turned bright red, and she rubbed the back of her neck. "Uh... Did I, um. Fall asleep on you?" Phoebe nervously said, looking away a bit. She always happened to do that on people. She thought Narcolypsy was in her blood somewhere. She quietly rubbed her eyes and yawned a bit. Her eyes looked tired, blood shot almost.

Phoebe squeezed a small grin and laid down, looking at the stars. What was Matthew doing, staring at her like that for a minute or two? She pondered it for a moment, then shrugged it off. "Well, while we're out here, we might as well ask each other questions. I'll start. What is your favorite color?" Phoebe asked, her face a mix between boredom and love.

Phoebe laughed. Man, she never heard that word anymore! "And what color is that?" she teased, half-smiling and giving a playful look. Her face could easily be read as "in love." Man, she really liked this guy! "My favorite color is blue. Alright, who's your god parent?" Phoebe asked, leaning forward on her knees.

Phoebe nodded. She half-expected him to get that question right. "Correct! Do you have any...Powers?" Phoebe asked, noticing the sky getting brighter and more pinkish. Thank gosh Phoebe rested up a bit before she came out here!